Page 13 of The Professor
“Sure Thing?”
“Yeah, you know.” She nudged me as we walked under an archway and toward the library. “That secret midnight orgy.”
“It’s not a real thing…is it?” I’d heard about it, urban myth I’d presumed, I’d never known anyone who’d actually gone or was going.
“Chelsea, of course it’s a real thing. Where have you been?”
“What? No way.”
“Yes, way, I went last year.”
“You…you didn’t tell me.” I couldn’t hold the shock from my voice and stared at my friend through a different lens.
“You weren’t really in the right frame of mind, your Mum had not long since…and your brother and dad were fighting so much and…”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I stopped. “So what was it like? Tell me. I need details.”
She tucked her short brown hair behind her ears. “Liberating. Terrifying. Exciting. Erotic. Degrading. Empowering…all of those things and more.”
My attention was well and truly caught by her words. “And…and where was it?”
“In the language department.”
“Okay?” My frown must have shown my confusion.
“Because they’ve got those booths, right. Everyone sits in their own private space surrounded by three partitions as they work on their pronunciations, it’s perfect.”
“Perfect for what?”
“Perfect for anonymous fucking.”
I glanced left and right, the students were thinning, afternoon lectures were about to start. “Explain.”
We started walking again, and she hooked her arm with mine. “Okay so you arrive at two a.m. and it’s all in darkness except for a few tealights on the floor. There are two rules: everyone wears a mask and a condom, and no talking.”
“That’s three rules.”
“Oh, yes, okay, three rules. The girls go in first, strip from the waist down, or totally if that floats their boat, and bend over in those little booths, pussy and ass offered to the first taker.”
“The first taker?”
“Yeah, then guys come in, they’re all hard, presumably, and they pick a pussy to fuck, and that’s it.”
“That’s it?”
Ness was quiet as we passed two tutors. They nodded politely at us. Being postgraduates, we got some recognition.
“Yeah, that’s it. Everyone fucks or is fucked and everyone comes. No one knows who made them come or who they came inside. It’s raw, primal, animalistic fucking in the most base sense of the word, and it’s damn incredible.”
“So you went, bent over, got fucked from behind, orgasmed, and you have no idea who it was?”
“Yep, and no idea at all.” She giggled. “But Edward went, and I got him to fuck me from behind last week and it was the same. I’m sure it was him in the booth. Some kind of magnetic force pulled us together.”
“But you couldn’t be sure? He couldn’t be sure?”
“No, I told you, it’s anonymous, masks, no talking. The guys finish and leave before the girls are allowed to stand up and turn around. When I got outside again it was like no one had ever been there. No guys at least.”
“It sounds fucking…awesome.”
